one child only

I showed my roommates the Lego Batman Movie online (cuz that’s how they roll) 


 And they did their art homework the whole time 


 And they didn’t laugh once


ONCE


 I swear everyone I befriend in my actual life hates this stuff


 Why can’t I meet people like I do on Tumblr


 I feel lonely, ya know

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RebelCaptain AU || Family

It had been years after Jyn and Cassian settled down on a mid-rim planet when the two conceived. After Jyn decided to go through with her pregnancy she and Cassian quickly decided this child would be their first and last. They would learn that the child would be a daughter and they briefly discussed both their mothers for names. But Jyn and Cassian decided that that no ghost should be carried onto a person they would bring together in the galaxy. Conversations of names were minimal after that decision. It wasn’t until a week after their little girl was brought into the universe that they finally knew what her name should be. A name that was simple yet its own; Nura.

Older Jyn-Karen Allen

Older Cassian-Edward James Olmos

Nura Erso Andor-Christian Serratos 

Also could be a bridge for this set and this set

I (not so) low key bro-ship you guys….because you and keilattes are just too precious for this world with your adorable endering ‘I love you more’ squables.

*RUNS AWAY WITH GRAPEFRUIT CHILD*


I can’t believe you came back with a grapefruit child I’m 
how did you use my tags against me afgjfdkljg

Guys. Guys. The Count of Monte Cristo AU.

It goes like this:

Graves is an auror, a junior just started but already making a name for himself. He falls in love with Newt (slowly, all at once, always and without ever being able to stop) but is waiting to propose until he gets promoted and can offer Newt more than just a ramshackle apartment and a meagre junior’s pay.

Newt doesn’t care. To Newt, marriage is a promise to face life’s trials together, he’d say yes if Graves proposed with a piece of string to wind round his finger. But it matters to Graves and so Graves waits; he won’t be a junior for long, and he’s almost saved enough to move to a real house with a real garden for Newts creatures and all the little things Graves feels that Newt deserves.

Newt still winds a glowing length of spell-thread around his ring finger from Graves’ wand, and Graves still ties off the enchantment and anchors it to their love, because this is their life and their life is made of little gestures and gentle touches and strawberry-sweet kisses in the golden sun.

Newt finds Credence as a small child, tiny and underfed, cowering in the hate sickened squalor of Mary Lou Barebone’s brutish care. When he takes Credence away, it has nothing to do with the angry wisps of obscurus that is developing within him and everything to do with the way he reaches for Newt’s hand with something like fear and something like hope and something like a little boy in need of help.

He brings Credence home to the overfilled, cramped apartment that he shares with Graves, pushing stacks of books out of the way and emptying out a trunk of old clothes to transfigure it into a bed. Credence sits on the edge of his desk and swings his legs and Newt narrates the book he’s writing, stopping to explain every other sentence what dragons are, how they use magic to twist the air currents and help them fly, how many eggs they have in a clutch - eggs, does Credence want eggs for lunch? Egg in shell with buttered soldiers to dip in the yolk?

Credence ducks his head and nods shyly behind his fringe, not used to being asked his opinion. And not really sure what buttered soldiers are either, but if Mr Newt made it, then he knows he’ll like it. Because Mr Newt is like that and Credence loves Mr Newt.

And this could be the story. Graves could come home and find Newt waiting with big eyes and that hopeful, excited, slightly guilty expression that says he’s found a new stray. Graves could sigh and say, what have you rescued now, and, just tell me it won’t eat the roof again, and when Newt beckons Credence in Credence could hide behind the door and refuse to come out.

He’s shy, Newt could say, and take Graves by the hand to lead him into the kitchen. Credence - Credence, this is Graves, he won’t hurt you. I promise he won’t. Newt could bend down, lift Credence up under the arms and balance him on his hip. He’d stay behind the door for now and say, Do you want to meet him? and he’d wait until Credence, solemnly slow and with great deliberation, nods.

When Newt emerges, Credence in his arms and joy on his face, Graves could be there to feel his breath catch in his throat and his life reshape and resettle into husband and father and dad.

This could be the story.

This is not the story.

Graves is away this week, this one week of all weeks he’s the unlucky junior sent to shadow Picquery at the ICW conference in Nairobi. Graves is away, and when Grindelwald follows the trail of the obscurus he was tracking and prowls closer to Credence and closer to Newt - well. Graves is away.

Picquery gets tipped off that Graves is being investigated for treason. He’s just a junior. He’s good at what he does, one of the most promising they’ve had for a long time, but she has no particular reason to suspect the investigation is false. By the time she returns, enough evidence has been uncovered that Graves is arrested the moment his feet touch the ground. He’s led away, not even told what it is he’s done, not given any chance to protest or deny - how can he deny? That’s his face been used to commit crimes, his voice recorded plotting in the dark, how can he deny that? What reason would anyone have for impersonating a junior auror? What defence could Graves ever provide?

The wizarding prison of America is deep in the swamps of Louisiana, guarded by ghosts and spirits and crocodile gods. Graves shivers against the rain that seeps into his cell and kicks off the grasping letiche that haunt the prison for easy prey. He waits. He counts the days in scratch marks on the wall. He runs his sentence down, counting another day, another week, another month another year - and every day a little bit more of him dies.

He counts his sentence to the last day.

He counts his sentence beyond the last day when he’s days, weeks, months overdue for release.

He counts the days since food was last left by the rusted metal grate that marks the entrance to his cell.

He counts and counts and counts until he’s counted the days, the patterns, the flares of magic through the runic wards -

He should have been released over a year ago by the time he breaks out, but then, he should never have been arrested to begin with.

(yes, I will continue this one. Consider this part one.)

Super quick iPad doodle of the @askyellowdiamondfamily AU because I discovered it tonight and instead of finishing my English project which is due tomorrow I read all 16 pages of the blog

And I don’t regret a thing because the portrayal of the characters in tHIS AU GIVES ME LIFE THANK YOU MODS FOR MAKING THIS EXIST

Points at Ritsu Kageyama: this is my son, he’s insecure and stressed and deserves several “i fucked up” awards, and he’s young and has about a thousand things to learn. I will protect him with my life.

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i was tagged by @thunderhowell, @marvelphil, and @rosylester to post 6 selfies of 2016 (thanks for tagging me i love all three of you💕💕)

i tag @fuckinlester, @tinybeanlester, @oops-phan, and @dodiedoodle (you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to though or if you already did!!)

30 random questions to ask my muse

1.) Which is worse, failing or never trying?
2.) If life is so short, why do we do so many things we don’t like and like so many things we don’t do?
3.) What is the one thing you’d most like to change about the world?
4.) Are you doing what you believe in, or are you settling for what you are doing?
5.) If the average human life span was 40 years, how would you live your life differently?
6.) To what degree have you actually controlled the course your life has taken?
7.) Are you more worried about doing things right, or doing the right things?
8.) You’re having lunch with three people you respect and admire.  They all start criticizing a close friend of yours, not knowing she is your friend.  The criticism is distasteful and unjustified.  What do you do?
9.) If you could offer a newborn child only one piece of advice, what would it be?
10.) Would you break the law to save a loved one?
11.) What’s something you know you do differently than most people?
12.) How come the things that make you happy don’t make everyone happy?
13.) Are you holding onto something you need to let go of?
14.) If you had to move to a state or country besides the one you currently live in, where would you move and why?
15.) Would you rather be a worried genius or a joyful simpleton?
16.) Have you been the kind of friend you want as a friend?
17.) Which is worse, when a good friend moves away, or losing touch with a good friend who lives right near you?
18.) Would you rather lose all of your old memories, or never be able to make new ones?
19.) Is is possible to know the truth without challenging it first?
20.) Has your greatest fear ever come true?
21.) Your best friend and the one you love are hanging from a cliff. You only have time to save one. Which one do you save and why?
22.) Do you remember that time 5 years ago when you were extremely upset?  Does it really matter now?
23.) At what time in your recent past have you felt most passionate and alive?
24.) If you haven’t achieved it yet, what do you have to lose?
25.) Why do religions that support love cause so many wars?
26.) Is it possible to know, without a doubt, what is good and what is evil?
27.) If you just won a million dollars, would you quit your job?
28.) Would you rather have less work to do, or more work you actually enjoy doing?
29.) When was the last time you marched into the dark with only the soft glow of an idea you strongly believed in?
30.) If you knew that everyone you know was going to die tomorrow, who would you visit today?

  • Me during the first 2 hours of Rogue One: I am totally naming my child Jyn. And my other child Cassian. I don't even care how obvious it is. Jyn is like Jen but badass. And Cassian is like Caspian but socially acceptable.
  • Me during the last 15 minutes of Rogue One: Never mind. Only one child can have this name, that elevator scene was too steamy and I don't want my children being a Folgers commercial.
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a few of the things in my room that make me happy and fill the empty void in my heart (ूʚ̴̶̷́ .̮ ʚ̴̶̷̥̀ू) ♡*:゚*。⋆ฺ